pollen.

it spreads out
thin as
a cloud
of swooning monarchs
on the lip
on the hip
of
tall
afternoon grass
lazy with southern dew
a murder of white crows
gather
to nest
in my chest
empty as
morning
kitchen cupboards
dusty
with pollen
and other
wild things

winter/summer

flickr.

a haunted man.

i have made myself a haunted man. i find myself in double exposures. chasing magenta hearts and cyan coronets. i find myself a held breath held too long. a child clawing for the ceiling of a foreign sea - kissed - by deep antarctic monstros - just before the breach.

you
are the first breath
that swallows the sky
fervid
blind
a home
pregnant with sunlight
infinite

new!/new!/new!

ive been taking more pictures lately, and for once, theyre not with my iphone (although, i did just get a 3gs! booyah, macro focus!). i shot these with some canon dslr. i have no idea what the specs are, it's a camera from christian and sammys school... i just know it was slow as hell (between f3.2 and f5.6).

in other picture news, i turned in my very first ever roll of 120mm i shot with my holga (which i got for christmas) and i should be getting those back friday (ilford delta400).

if you want to see the rest of this night of bastardliness, clicky:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/jaimeryanheintz/

tired.

and
from up here
the clouds roll together
like
first time lovers
listening for
shallow breathed
heartbeats
in the moist stillness
between lips
against the
caw
of dawning birds

june, already.

shoulders.

shoulders

/like/
photos of
foreign mountains

/like/
a pair of
spent bengal tigers

fantastical
dangerous
blades

BOOYAH.

it's been far, far too long since i last posted, but here's a few from some ramblings with the iphone. one day, i swear i'll get a proper camera... seriously.

bastard color study.

to topple the world!

the office beset with earthquake weather.

sneaking up on vampires.

hold your breath, they bite.

underwater lighting.

pre-honda-ya excitement.

bastard below bastard.

unsettling at the very least.

theyre huge in japan... or they will be.

how do you choose when it's all delicious?

obviously thinking about the croquettes.

no pinkie, no class, sorry bastard.

where. is. the. food.

purposely made this dark enough to CRUSH the D-on-D.

he knew it was coming.

and tried to act betrayed... though his heart desired no other thing.

bastard on bastard.

the glass will surely kill us... if it gets the second chance...

needed this more than i realised.

just a fever/i'll shake it off/i'm sure.

but,
how many coincidences do you get before it's considered kismet?